文本歌词

3 Card Molly - C-Rayz Walz
Word up I ain't forget y'all yeah doug
Four to five times dum dums blast
In the chest of my brother
That breath was the last one
I don't believe it my heart need a cast
I told him get out that lane cause it was too fast
Ain't it time to cut these yellow lines the
Show must go on I got his younger
Brother on my mind
Cash tragic wish I knew magic tricks
I'd bring it back to the physical script
And dreams is broke he got smoked
For coke in the form of rock
What it made worse he was on his own block
At the funeral I cried then laughed
At the same time my wrath had me happy and sad
To reminisce off his unique funnyness
Adds up to this his life was a gift
To be back the memories from days of way back
Before crips or gats colored tops and graf
We thought bikes was fat and girls was whack
They said you died black but I don't believe that
Member that time I took the **** in the train station
And you said the cops was comin but you was just playin
Right after we robbed that crackhead fams
That was back in the day but damn
We both had the high top fades like Kane and
We was fiending for them Nike Airs on fordham road
It don't make sense how you was gone
And it don't make rent how I don't get paid for this song
But it make rent in my pocket when I pull 'em out
And it make me wanna go and yo
I feel like blasting myself cause my pops is gone
This ain't nothing going on but the stocks and bonds
Lost in the ocean of life provoking the strife
Couldn't see the day with the motion of night
Off on the road three card molly
****ing up the icey man in front of everybody
B X the place I was from
B X man I loved that slum
Off on the road three card molly
****ing up the icey man in front of everybody
B X the place I was from
B X man I loved that slum
And Ms Rios sorry that I dissed your flag
And when Ty got shot he had to **** in a bag
But that's okay cause ra lay on the same corner
On the same ave where I sold ma*****na
And ms carolyn was a nosy neighbor
Mr sack was screamin loud but that was the days
Of a angry sick juvenile mentality
Not nice on the mic but *****z ain't wanna battle me
Cause the knuckle game was chuck norris
The gun was enchanted enterin a buck buck forest
Without the dollars more lies that morris
You know how it go for con artists
I remember block parties and twenty two's
And light and serious and a funny crew
And jabu I miss you when you died I was upset
Couldn't know how it felt to be a Vietnam vet
To hear bombs goin off in your ear with big metallica
And now we in the streets and the jails is like Galaga
They got your DNA sample
Plus they got your female in the house trampled
Bong bong is the hell of the train station
I try to move out leave the pain vacant
But it stay here and it stays there
Bust out stray shots there's no fear
Off on the road three card molly
****ing up the icey man in front of everybody
B X the place I was from
B X man I loved that slum
Off on the road three card molly
****ing up the icey man in front of everybody
B X the place I was from
B X man I loved that slum